Harold Ableson “A computer model is ideal, it doesn’t have to abide by the physical laws of nature”, If I create a resistor component in some model, it would always cause the exact same voltage drop for a particular current that runs through it. Simulation surpasses limitations of material world. So is the case, I think, with the “social network” to which we seem to be attached so adherently these days. Have you noticed something,...

आसमां के  पार  शायद  और एक  आसमां  होगा सरहदों  के  पार  शायद जन्नत  का  निशां  होगा सीधे  से  लोग  होंगे  वहां  पर सीधे  से  सपने  होंगे मुस्कुराते  चेहरे  होंगे सच्चे  से  नाते  होंगे खिलखिलाती  सी  गलियां  होंगी भरे  भरे  से  घर  होंगे अनकही  सी  दोस्ती  होगी सुलझे से  रिश्ते  होंगे मैं  मेरा  और  मुझसे   घिरे ना  बेबस  से  चेहरे  होंगे पक्के   से  दोस्त  होंगे ना  खुशियों  पे  पहेरे  होंगे नफा  नुकसान  को  भुला  के  वहां पर भोले  से  सौदे  होंगे ना  और  पाने  की  ख्वाइश   होगी खुले  से  सब  हाथ  होंगे कुछ  कोस  दूर  पर  काश सच  ये  छोटे  से  सपने  होंगे जहाँ  जन्नत  से  घरोंदे  होंगे फ़रिश्ते  से  अपने  होंगे ..

क्या खोया क्या पाया मैने सबको बस तन्हा सा पाया मैने क्या जीता क्या हारा मैने ना राह रुकी ना थमा सफ़र खुद को बस अकेला सा पाया मैने क्या सोचा क्या चाहा मैने ना यादें रहीं ना समेटीं खुशियाँ हीं सपनो में उलझा, खुद को बस सहमा सा पाया मैने क्या संजोया क्या संभाला मैंने भिछ्ढ़ते क़दमों को चुपचाप गुज़रते देखा, सफ़र को बेमानी सा पाया मैंने ना मंज़िल पर सुकून, ना चलने का...

P: Do not try to bend the spoon thats impossible instead only try to realize the truth N: what truth.. P: There is no spoon N: There is no spoon?!! P: Then you’ll see that it is not the spoon that bends, its only yourself .. (smiles..) Reality is formed, sustained and experienced by perception. Its a tangled hierarchy. Which I believe is the corner stone of any wonderfully complex system such as this world....

"We all came out from Gogol’s overcoat"! says an Indian parent to his “not-so-Indian-anymore” teenage kid, in stereotypical Indian accent. The kid as was expected shrugs it off “probably thinking that my old man is now going crazy”. His father came to US for higher education, got married while he was a PhD student, soon got two kids and has been troubled ever since! He was a huge fan of a Russian author and gave...

एक  और  कदम  अनंत  की  ओर एक  और  नज़र  ज़मीन  की  ओर एक  और  तरंग  इस  मन  की  ओर एक  और  झलक  असमान  की  ओर एक  और  किरण  लहरों  की ओर एक  और  लहर  कदमों  की  ओर एक  और  मांझी, कश्ती  की  ओर एक  और  राही , मंजिल  की  ओर कभी  डरे  हुए  देखा,  साहिल  की  ओर कभी  उम्मीद  से  देखा  शितिज  की  ओर कभी  देखा  है  बह  कर कभी  सोचा  है  रुक  कर क्यूँ ...

After having waited for 3 months and few more days for a wave of creativity to take me to the shore, I finally decide to swim on my own (too little too late some might argue, but it's still a step nonetheless). These 3 months however made me realize two very important things, creativity is more like a seed which sprouts in only a fertile soil, and that soil is a patient but, ironically enough,...

don't look back for fear of guilt or complacency never look infront for fear of discouragement or illusory ascendancy just think of the step u r about to take about the change it would bring , the impact it would make no matter how dark the past has been or how bleak the future might seem immerse in the present, with this solemn vow to always be in this moment in this  limitless expanse of ...

मैं सन्नाटे में हूँ मैं वीराने में हूँ मैं अकेलेपन में हूँ मैं तनहाई मैं हूँ मैं मौत की आहट में हूँ मैं दुख की परछाई में हूँ मैं ख्यालों में हूँ मैं ही आसूँओं में हूँ मैं हर सच्ची हंसी में हूँ मैं हर पुकार में हूँ मैं बहती हवा में हूँ मैं खुले आंसमां में हूँ मैं रिश्तों में हूँ मैं फासलों में हूँ मैं ही समय के समंदर में हूँ मैं सपनो...

वक़्त से बंधी, ये बेबस सी यादें कागजों में उलझी , न जाने कितनी आन्हे अपनों से दूर , पर अपने में गुम हूँ कुछ ऐसे दूर लेहेरों में ठहरी , अकेली किसी नाव के जैसे कभी तो यह लहरें फिर किनारें का रुख करेंगी कभी तो यह राहें फिर घर को मुडेंगी कितनी बार बहेते हुए लम्हे में झाँका है कईं बार खुद को वक़्त के आईने में ताका है पूछने से डरता हूँ...

i hope i would one day pray for stronger feet and not shorter way for a simple life and bigger heart not greater share or larger part i hope I would one day ask for courage and zeal, not easier task I hope I would try and make things better would dare to step out,  and not crave for shelter I hope i would one day help just for helping’s sake that I would gladly...

Dear America, Sub: In search of identity I wanted to talk to you about my life spent on your soil for the past 150 tireless rotations of mother earth. Speaking of rotations, it has been a whirlpool of activities for me as well, though not as rapid as 470m/sec, but significant.  More than a mere stay, it has been an experience. Despite my fervent adherence to my roots and values, I have to acknowledge (applaud...

Sometimes I wish I were a machine aloof, alone, indifferent but serene free from anger, boredom or fear distant from all, having no one very dear devoid of feelings or cravings of any kind i would have had just rules, guiding my foolproof mind I would have had no yearnings to grow for the world to be a stage or for being an actor in the show I would have had clear algorithms to run...

"Moral: of, pertaining to, or concerned with the principles or rules of right conduct or the distinction between right and wrong; ethical." Morality is a tough science, i call it a science because it has, similar to any science, propositions, rules and defined boundaries. In the age of technology of terminators and irobots, I wonder whether there is space enough between the hurriedly moving metal parts to squeeze in  some morality2.0. Having imagined enough about...

To do our job well and then step back, is an ability that most of us lack fame after all is so alluring, we want it all the more after our efforts so enduring, we cannot deny the urge to be known, to shine and rightfully reap what was sawn, to enter the limelight to get to that center-stage, even if it alienates friends or even rouses rage, you enter that spot only to find,...

So guys and girls here i come redundant for few revolution to some indeed i have ditched an old friend but only to improve the world wide web and to start a new trend so what if i have no plugin support or any grease monkey can't u see i am so damn cool, so damn funky i would shut off from u all the crap so what if i spy on ur moves and...

As I enter into a room named moment I am baffled by its expanse. It appeared to be so tiny from the outside but is magnificent from the inside. Sculptures, paintings , mysteries, labyrinths you name it. As I delve into the details I get absorbed completely in the intoxicating sense of presence. Being cut off from everything else and tied only to the moment. I start finding every bit of detail and suddenly room...

i turned back in the cloudless night i stood there mum ,  with tears blocking my sight as i carried with me an unbearable load all i found was an empty road, the load of unkept promises it was of unfinished tasks and an unworthy cause of the aims that were set but were hardly met now a barren land holding seeds of regret in the labarynth of the path that i had taken i...

That is neverland, James whispers in Silvia's ears who is smiling with wet eyes. Dying but calm. She finally walks with a sense of pain and peace to the final abode. Neverland is allegedly a place that we all seek. In every corner of our room, every turn of the roads in every relationship we silently pray to get a glimpse of a land where happiness is rampant. Where there is serenity and bliss. Where...

My fervent desire to work against entropy springs up from its very definition. It is the degree of disorder. I feel tormented when entropy wins against humans when time overpowers the otherwise flawless minds and when boredom and loss of reason become excuses for quick escape from, what would have been, a meaningful existence. Boredom is a concept and so is time. We are neither and nor are we their slaves. But the utter capitulation...